Isn't it strange that in madness
It is evident we can find happiness
Isn't it odd that in fear
We can find who we hold dear
Isn't it weird that in sadness
We think of ourselves less
Isn't it bad that when we're happy
We lose our sense of pity
Isn't it right that when we hurt
We shorten our eyesight quite curt
Isn't it bright when in disdain
We notice other people's pain
And isn't it stupid that in anger
Our thoughts don't linger
And isn't it sad that only in curiosity
We fearlessly walk the dangerous city
And isn't it so stupid that in loneliness
We're left thoughtless
Isn't it contrary that when thoughtful
We perform our best colors, so artful
It's a shame
How in such disdain
We notice others pain
And somehow we speak the words
Unspoken
